thanks! (I just heard about that one yesterday.)
the “just shut up and let us rip you off” discourse is BEYOND exhausting.

is this (somebody’s) archive, or is there another new one?

but.... isn’t that six lines? the E seems to have an extra bar
(over-analyzing. as always)

That’s gorgeous, Ian!

I don’t think I knew that your migraines were a consequence of the pandemic. That’s awful, I’m so sorry you have to face that. I try to be very careful about the term gaslighting, but I keep thinking of it in relation to the pandemic. “That didn’t happen! It was all in your head.” Makes me livid.

😠😡👿 I realize at some level that accurate language for it is uncomfortable for people. BUT the refusal to confront it directly and name it is part of the system that protects the perpetrators.

if anyone sees me like a post and then immediately remove the like, that’s why 🙄

An effeminate gentleman, with pretty bow lips? A mannish young lady, in blouse and trousers? Somewhere in between? It does not matter. The rider is not moved; she moves. She is empire trampling colonies, she is the swollen death of the sun blooming red to swallow the planets. She is perfection.

She has not stopped, in fact, for a cyclist who has fallen in the road, the wheels of their bicycle bent. Her front wheel is passing over the crash victim’s legs in a way, that, on close inspection, seems to defy physics, the spokes a whirling blur. The fallen figure, for me is ambiguous—

The woman rides, past a tree and a ramshackle stone wall. She stares straight ahead, chin high. Her forearms, escaping from the puffy shoulders of her dress are rigid on the handle bars. A hat shields her face from the sun, but she needs no shield. She is a juggernaut, unstoppable.

happy belated birthday!

WOW

... I will allow it.

lucky to get a sneak peak at this one y’all and it is AS ADVERTISED

🎉🎉🎉